Casper Sprak

Where to begin. Let's begin at the end actually; because this is where I feel it really sums up the current disassociation with what is decent art, decent film, decent quality (I'm not even talking good quality anymore; that's a bar, far far too high to hope for) and what is pointless. This whole movie is pointless. It's barbaric. Prison guards rape Arthur......for what? What is the underlying theme of raping Arthur? What are you even saying at this point? Mental illness should be spurned and ostracized? Rape the weak? It's antithetical to the first because Arthur quits being the Joker, basically because it's too hard; therefore making the whole thing a non sequitur. Congratulations on making a sequel so inept that it actually manages to destroy any artistic merit the first film had. So he gets raped. Quits being the joker; and someone then kills Arthur from stabbing him; i guess .....at this point I was laughing and confused and my mind checked out. In professional wrestling there is something called "go away heat". It is when the crowd is boo'ing you; not because you're a fantastic villain and contributing to the experience, but because the crowd literally can not stand to look at you perform. They think you are so bad, so rotten at your job, so complete in your failure to entertain, that they do not want to see you at all, they want you to go away, they want you fired, off their television, out of their ring, retired, and never mentioned again. Hollywood right now has "go away heat".